Tuesday once more.

It is the first full week of December. There are 3 weekends left until Christmas which is on a Monday this year. I feel a unique and distinct push to get everything done and quickly. Why haven’t I felt like this before? This is the first year I feel very rushed and for no apparent reason. Last year I was ON IT. Cards were ordered early on in November, gifts were bought and wrapped by the first or second week, lights placed quickly. This year I literally just took down our Thanksgiving flag and have been thinking about the lights. Haven’t even thought much about presents. There have been errands on the to-do list I’d been tackling. Thankfully, I’ve crossed quite a bit off the list now and I think it’s safe to say that I only need to do presents and send off the cards. Oh and the outdoor decorations too. This year we’ve all decided to not buy many things for each other. I’m going to try hard to make that a reality for realz. I’ve bought many very big ticket items that are not for Christmas (or I could say it is) already.

This past weekend it was all about pushing for those portraits to finally choose and place the card orders. To do that, the dogs absolutely hated me, I got to use the photography setup I’d bought (one of those big ticket things), and then I spent the rest of that Sunday on the computer using Corel Photo and paint suite Pro X9 to manipulate the green screen. I learned about some features on there! Neato stuff. Going to need a few more neutral backdrops for the future, though. Can’t always be green-screening it. That was pretty much the highlight of the weekend. Wandered out to look for lights and wreathes finally, but of course all the multicolored rope lights I wanted were all gone because everything is on sale. Friday night saw me switching my phone out again. I held my LG G6 the longest of all the phones I’ve had, I’m thinking. I’d thought about switching out for the Moto Force z2, but the LG V30 was so superior in everyway (and yes, in price too…) I ended up with the latest LG phone. I’ve had the G4, G5, V20, G6, and now the V30. They are wonderful phones and I love them all. Generally, I don’t like being a fangirl or brand-loyal because I believe it breeds partiality which I wish to avoid like the plague (on the whole, that is), but there is a reason I’ve stayed with LG. Just like, in my reasoning, there’s a reason things are cliché.

Saturday…………………………….actually I can’t really remember what happened on Saturday. I raked leaves, but that could have been Sunday morning. OH! I remember now. Saturday saw the delivery of the new washer and dryer we bought. It came 2 hours earlier than expected, and it’s a good thing I decided to listen to my gut and clear out the utility room and path to the backdoor and entrance landing and yes I DID rake the leaves and trim the roses all earlier instead of later. LISTENING TO THE GUT. Hella important.  Really. Then I spent the rest of the afternoon playing video games. That’s why I couldn’t go anywhere on Saturday, because normally I would’ve gone out to buy wreathes and garland and set up the lights. There’s a cold snap coming through, so this past weekend was the last time for a week or two that it would be warmish.

My brother and I have been playing 7 Days to Die on the Xbox One X.

I guess no one else wants portraits of themselves, so I should take down the green screen. The softbox and the umbrella lights are cool.

I’ve had this low grade stomach-ache for like 2 weeks now. I hope it goes away. I also hope that the drama at work on Friday is gone now. Ugh.

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Grrrraaaahhh

I just finished health insurance shopping and how horribly frustrating! Not many health insurance companies are offering individual anymore and the ones that are force you to go through an agent company. I already miss my Aetna plan. What a great insurance. Gave me money all the time. Worst part? I don’t even know if the money I paid even work.

omgggg it’s 4pm??? I spent the last 3 hours doing this. WTF. And stupid medical offices are all going direct primary care which makes all of this even more frustrating because why pay for mandatory health insurance when I already have to pay 1200 dollars a year extra for a physical exam that nothing will be found on me.

This weekend has been ridiculously productive though. I’ve been off since Thanksgiving, so about 5 days off? It’s flown by. Thanksgiving itself was pretty nice, nothing super amazing, but the first Thanksgiving for my nephew. Then I had a myriad of errands and chores I needed to do and have been meaning to do. Replaced the rug, cleaned out my closets, consolidated belongings, set up the photography unit, finished up the yardwork project, planted bulbs, moved the extra bed to the basement, consolidated the basement. Body aches and pains later, I feel good. Health insurance addressed. The only things I didn’t get around to was raking (forgot to do it this morning after the dog walk) and taking the pictures for the Christmas cards this year.

Money? What money? With the insurances, and other purchases, I got nothing. And those aren’t even Christmas presents! Bought a new washer and dryer for Black Friday. I am POOR again.

In other news, the sister situation is good! They’re closing on a house on Wed. Whoo! Unfortunately, though, it means that I need to pay for those utilities again. Another 200 bucks, but still, that’s $200.

I’m tired now.

Monday again

And once more, I’m working, but this time it’s a normal Monday becaaaaauuuseee…..THANKSGIVING IS ON THURSDAY. My favorite holiday during my favorite time of the year! Whoooo!! After talking to my patients for years on this, I finally realized that more people than I ever imagined actually greatly dislike this holiday. Mostly women. Mom types of women. Then again, I think more people than not dislike the major holidays altogether. Then I was even more appalled to know that my mom admits to disliking Thanksgiving. I assume it has something to do with being the sole maker of foods on a tight schedule, then cleanup, etc. So I told her that she doesn’t have to be the only one who does things and it’s like she never really thought about it. Whatever. It’s still my favorite, even as I got older and have more to do in the kitchen. Although…this year is a bit different and possibly more drama-filled. And likely the very last time I will ever be able to utilize my own amazing kitchen to its full extent.

I had Friday through yesterday off and spent Friday (I had allllll these plans and errands and chores that needed to be done) morning outside trying to finish up the whole thing I was trying to fix in the backyard. It occurred to me afterwards that the HOA is going to throw a fit once they lay eyes on it. Oh well. Why do they care so much about a private backyard, anyways? Boggles the mind. That’s not what an HOA is supposed to stand for, excuse you.  Well, let’s just say that yardwork like that, which is one of the mainstays of my existence, has not been accomplished by me in months on end…therefore I spent the rest of the weekend hobbling around slowly and in great muscle pain. I felt lightheaded afterwards, but filled with an endorphin rush. Today, 3 days later, there is lingering but minor pain (all lower body), but I can walk and even my upper body feels stronger. The rest of the weekend saw other chores being done, like moving the extra bed into the basement for a daybed, organizing the basement, cleaning out excess materials in my closet so that I have more room to store more things, paying bills, then playing video games. Still have another closet to clean out and probably will end up moving my bed back to the other room. The whole idea behind moving the extra bed away is because I ended up splurging on that photography lighting and backdrop kit I’ve been wanting for years, just more important to me now because my dogs are not getting younger and I’d like a decent photo of them before they’re not around anymore–one without clutter all over the background, etc. And then I can take vain photos of myself too. Bwahaha.

I don’t think I’ve ever met another person (aside from probably my dad) who has the same unbearable muscle pain I get after doing strenuous activity. A couple concerns pop up like rhabdomyolysis, fibromyalgia, other muscular problems, but in the end I think it’s just plain old pain. You might say, maybe you’re just a pain-wimp, but I beg to differ because I actually like pain. I’m thinking it’s more like my body does a terrible job of mopping up lactic acid, or slow wound healing response (like my bruises too), or maybe my muscle fibers expand too quickly and it results in pain as the body is not prepared for it yet, especially since it really only is painful when I try to contract the growing muscles. HULK MUSCLES. MUSCLE GROW, MUSCLE CAUSE PAAAAIIIN. No matter what it is, I’m effectively debilitated for several days. Let’s not mention that whole mountain incident thing. Then after the pain, then I really do feel like Hulk because my body’s all muscled up. If I was born a man, I’d probably be a muscle dude. Body builder. Crossfit Bro.

D’oh! Out of time.

DST is over

It’s that weird time of year again when I’m wide awake at 5am and dead by 8:30pm. Also, it’s the time when the dogs think I’m punishing them by not feeding them on time and doing walkies late.

I have been just AWFUL about working out after last week’s focus.  Doughnuts, candy, cake and fruit tarts. Guh. MUST MUST MUST get to it tomorrow. It’s just that by the time I’m done with everything it’s late and especially with the time change my body’s like, let’s go to sleep!

What happened this past weekend? Well, I was going to go South on Saturday since my mom had off both Saturday and Sunday. In fact, she took them off so that we could do that, but as it turned out, the in-laws were visiting. Again. Seriously, when are they NOT there? I could care less if they were in their own house, but yet AGAIN, I have not been able to do any sort of housework. I might as well just give up. This is just impossible. I don’t mind so much that they visit as when they do, they stay the night which means I literally have nowhere to go in the house, MY HOUSE, except the living room floor and outside. There is just no room for me anywhere. In my own place. My grandpa said that he does NOT want to go down there for Thanksgiving this year because the house is so cluttered now, unlike how it used to be, open and pretty. When my mom told me that he said that himself, I was like, see? I’m not the only one who thinks along those lines. They moved in, and just took 100% over. Where in the heck they’re going to put all that stuff in a small townhouse in the future (hopefully NEAR future…) I have no clue.

So instead, I took the dogs to the park and then took my mom shopping. As it turned out, though, I was glad we didn’t drive down because the traffic going that way was crazy. I knew all my patients were going out to the mountains, but to see the traffic in person was nuts. It’s rarely ever that crowded on a Saturday morning. Not to mention later when it was raining during church around the time I’d have been driving back in all that traffic…I would have been right in the thick of it all. Plus, I got to have my pho. ^—-^

Sunday was DST-end. I woke up at 7am after trying to sleep in but failing, and just lay in bed instead until around 8:30am. Reason? I needed to acclimate my dogs to the new time frame. The first day of DST-end every year is the absolute best time to hit the park trails because everyone is still sleeping in and I’m up early. As a bonus, it was cloudy and drizzly which means empty trails. It was waaaay to crowded on Saturday. At least there were no kids following my dogs around. Then we prepped to meet up with the grandparents for brunch and then spent the rest of the day at their place with the dogs, setting up the Roku for a trial run and then I went out to buy my grandpa a new chair to replace his beat up one for the computer. He was really happy and there’s nothing I love more than making the people I love happy. My dogs seemed happy, my mom was happy, my grandparents happy. Job as granddaughter: fulfilled.

Then there was today! Continued my fall-cleaning quest. People to spring cleaning, but I do fall cleaning apparently. Still too wet to take down the Halloween lights, cut the grass, or finish my yardwork, but it was perfect conditions to aerate! So, after walking the dogs, grabbed the step core aerator and got to work. Perrrrfect conditions. Then it was the usual setup for grocery shopping where I spent way too much money because the Giant digital coupon thing wasn’t syncing properly. Guh. Also I bought way too many impulse things. Food, games and cartoons, you know, the usual, then I started staining the do-it-yourself spinning photo cube my mom bought me. Pretty neat to use a stain pen, but also about 10x as long as traditional stain. Much less messy, though. Then dog walkies, cooking, UnoIPBox testing with the brother, cleaning up, dog feeding, recycle and trash, and then an hour of watching video clips on the NVidia Shield.

Kids are off school again tomorrow for elections. Must remind myself to go vote tomorrow, otherwise I’ll go straight home and forget.

So. Sleepy.

I didn’t get much done this weekend at all and it felt like it went by too quickly and I also managed to spend way too much money. Sigh. Most of it was on my grandparents. Whatever. It’s worth it to spend on them. Who knows how much longer they have on this earth.

I hadn’t realized it was Veteran’s Day today.

There are so many things I want to do, but very little time to do them. I want to do crafty things, play my video games, be with my dogs, eat good food and sleep well.

I also wish I was able to go places and do new things, but there is no person to do anything with. Interesting, because this is the same feeling I used to have while I was online dating. The desire is still there, but it’s like, because I’ve already been through the relationship thing once, I’m less eager to try again…or maybe it’s not so much that as, the novelty isn’t as alluring as it was. It’s no longer a mystery, an unknown. I’m still interested in finding a life mate, but I’m also enjoying my life as it is right now: overall carefree and easy. It comes to me every so often. I tell myself, if a 600lb woman can have a boyfriend, so can I. If someone managed to fall in love and marry Idiot at work, someone can love me too. I’m certainly not unattractive to the opposite sex (and similarly even to the same sex…)  as evidenced by my past and just public interaction, but I guess I am a difficult person to be with. Too strong-willed, unyielding, and older than I seem. That tends to be a big turn off.

It IS flattering to be thought of as younger than I am, I guess. I’m old enough now to feel that way.

My dogs are old. Liana is worrying me a bit with her exhaustion. Gable is still as silly as always. Her past really is catching up with her. This rainy weather isn’t helping much either.

Tuesday again….HALLOWEEN!

I just realized I forgot to send my Halloween card. Buh.

One of the reasons I don’t like relying on my mom to do sewing projects is that since forever, she waits until the very last moment to finish them. Yes, it’s Halloween and they’re still unfinished! Very close to being done, but not done. Bluh. I can understand procrastination and being down to the wire because, well, school, but usually I like to be done the day before or at least several hours before. In this particular instance, Halloween is on a Tuesday and I’ll be at work. Oh well. It’s not like we’re doing any contests or anything, so eh. Still, I’m glad she was able to (while still frustrating that she can’t thread a needle with her super poor vision) accomplish much of the project and choose fabric and stuff. This may well be the last time she does this. I finished my own portion yesterday: namely, adhering the samurai emblem. Yes. That was all I had to do, but it took me ALL AFTERNOON. I couldn’t find any fuse web, so I decided on fabric glue. It seems straight forward until you have to use it on gold satin. Then it looks like CRAP. Plus, glue is very messy and apparently permanent so any glue spilled on the costume never ever comes off. Also, because I had to use gold paint to revive the color of the satin after the glue, I had the bright idea of “sealing” the fabric first for one of the emblems and then impatiently waiting for it to dry and “helping” it along. What looked like crap looked only slightly less crappy, now with bumps and ugly ridges. The other emblem I just straight painted on and it looks really nice and smooth. However, after completing that portion, I looked at everything and asked myself: why didn’t I just paint it all on to begin with? Not to mention the satin edges would fray constantly. Oh well. You live and learn. And I never made him the rest of the armor. D’oh!

At least once it’s over the table in the living room can be put away again.

I put up Halloween lights in the vein of my Christmas lights. Our walkway up to the door can be really scary without the right lights (and also dangerous especially since our porch light can’t actually stay on for longer than 5 minutes and the sensor is wonky). We are the only ones with the lights and I have to take it all down already this weekend.

I’ve got to figure some other configuration of lights this year for Christmas… change it up, make it different.

My car and my Amazon shopping cart need monies to fuel them, but I’m too cheapo to do anything. I really do need to bring my car in. Why do things cost money all the tiiiiime?

Spent Saturday doing yardwork…or at least that was the plan. Took myself out to Lowes and bought some soil, sand, rocks and some paver stones. Everything was great until I realized the parking lot was up a hill…you don’t notice these things until you have to struggle to push a 300lb cart by yourself up the slope, and then when finally reaching the car, open the trunk and realize said cart is rolling back down, so I have to use all  my weight and might to try and pull it backwards, almost lying on the asphalt to make it stop, attracting stares from people driving by. Also that weird guy in the red pickup who kept revving his engine as I was huffing and puffing up the hill. Then I had to unload the cart into my trunk, aaaaand getting home and realizing that now I have to bring each bag one by one out of my car, up the many stairs of the porch and back down more stairs to get to the backyard. Ya. So by the time I dropped them all on the porch, I was too tired. Went to the back to put away my tools, but I HAD to do something, so I pulled up the wood and whacked the soil a few times before taking a shower and heading to the front again to cut the roses and set up my lights.

Talk about exhausted.

Sunday saw me playing mostly video games, but finally hefting all the bags to the backyard. It was raining all day.

All I have to say is, I am SO glad I decided to be focused and back in my workout last week because otherwise my Lowes venture would have ended up much differently as would the state of my muscles.

Chilly

What did I do this past weekend? Nothing. Ate food. Bought a game. 2 games. Cut some fabric. Spent a lot of money on dog stuff. Worried about Liana who ate her giant chicken jerky and then Gable’s too and ended up having bad gas and constipation. And DIDN’T GET MY DOUBLE QUARTER POUNDER WITH CHEESE AND FRIES. I ended up with a bacon egg and cheese biscuit and hashbrown which is good too, but NOT A HAMBURGER. Also I chopped off my hair.

This is all silly because I should have been doing sewing stuff. Instead I’m too terrified to do the rest of it because I’m an amateur and don’t really want to mess it all up. I did manage to draw a few things though. RW has been painfully quiet for months on end. I’ve got to do more creative stuff!

Basically did not sleep Monday night. Plus Liana comes into my room and is super loud, and so I awoke feeling completely awake like I never slept to begin with because, it’s true, I really didn’t. Just some surface napping. Then I realized it was October 16.

I’m so fat these days. I have to get back down to doing workout stuff, but so many distractions…and my mom decided she wants to try and sew the final stuff for me. Normally I’d be like, wut I want to do it myself (even if I’m procrastinating), but I really want her to do something and want to do something again instead of sitting around watching TV and brain-mushing all of the time, so I’m more than happy to hand it off.

I wasn’t going to buy any games, but the new Phoenix Wright had come out and I’ve gotten every single game since I tried out the series. Then I downloaded a bunch of demos and the Monster Hunter Stories was such a good demo (despite being based off the terrible, terrible anime) I couldn’t help but buy that too. T-T It really is good, though. I have no regrets. Except maybe a bank account regret.

I’m not sure why Liana has been spending the night in my room lately. As repeated before, none of my dogs start off in my room (except occasionally Gable will plead with me and I’ll give in, but I usually regret that), but the door is open so if they wish to come in, they are allowed. They’re both so adorable. Yesterday I was sitting with her and she put her head on my lap–something she would never have dreamed of doing just 2 years ago. Even last year she didn’t do that. I remember when I first got her, anytime I sat next to her, her eyes would go wild like she was afraid and even if I put her head on my lap she would pull away. If I took a paw she’d pull it back. She was never snappy or growling or anything like that, just fearful and untrusting. THREE years to get her to fully trust me. That’s a long time. He’s always trusted me, but he had a problem where if you even sort of leaned on him, he’d growl in panic, being severely claustrophobic. Ever since Liana let me do that, he decided he wanted loving too, so now I can lean on him for a sort of extended period of time without him growling. He’s always put his head on my lap if I sit next to him. Such a goober.

On our grocery run on Monday I went to get a scratcher because one was calling out to me on the screen ($40 off that $10 scratcher…gut instinct wins again!), but then realized that someone had left $3 in it. I looked around, asked around, and when no one seemed even remotely interested in what I was doing, got a mega millions and a powerball ticket. I’m wary of any semblance of good luck this year, so I’m keeping my eye out for the massive karma fall.

Weekend

This past weekend? Well, it was heralded by coming home from work to a very hot house. Which meant…wait for it…NO A/C!!!! It might be fall now, but it feels like summer and will continue to do so until the end of the month. So I get home and tired and start arguing with my mom about not servicing the unit which I’ve suggested and she knew about for years now, season after season. We yell back and forth, me knowing that I shouldn’t have said that and she knowing she should have indeed done it, because it’s not my house after all and yet I’m living in it. WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE TO LITERALLY DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE. Everyone else is afraid to? I DON’T GET IT. I have to do stuff for my grandparents because my uncle and my brother don’t want to and then fight over responsibility until I just get fed up and do it because the only person losing here are my grandparents. I don’t even know anything, THEY do, they just don’t want to be the one responsible for it all. Then at home, not my house and I actually go to work on weekdays, still have to do everything. Once again, all the other adults are too afraid. Then in MY HOUSE which I’m not even living in, I still have to do everything and can’t rely on them for a single task because they literally just don’t do it. Straight up. But that’s another rant that will make me angry to post about.

Well. I ended up feeling bad. She called the guy who installed the HVAC and I already knew he wouldn’t respond because I couldn’t find him anywhere online, so I started looking up other people. By this time it was so late it would’ve been worthless to call anyone, so we settled down to endure it through the night. It’s nothing new, we endured this back then in much worse conditions like dead summer. We as humans can adapt. I left the window open and curtains open the entire night. The sound of crickets, traffic and neighbors talking filled my ears, but that’s not what was horrible about it. The humidity was present, but once again, not extreme as it is autumn now. I usually have to have some sort of covering on me at night, but I found myself spread-eagle on the bed with nuthin. It didn’t feel bad. Until I woke up around 2am because Gable was dying of heat. He was breathing hard and heavy right at my feet, so I had to get up and set up a fan for him. Took a little while but he finally tried to sleep. That’s when I realized that as humans with no fur we can take it, but dogs (and these are greyhounds with very little fur) can’t. Plus, they’re both elderly. I proceeded to have bad dreams (ie a cat peeing on my face because I didn’t feed it) until I awoke. Thankfully it got much cooler toward morning to the point where I thought the A/C had kicked back on. Took the dogs to the park because I knew we didn’t have air (where dumb people with little children were hanging around. One dad in particular let his toddler chase after my large, strange dogs from the bridge all the way through the parking lot where I’d parked far out until I got to my car. I guess he only got the kid because he was afraid I’d kidnap him. This is why I don’t go to the park late or do anything late on weekends) and then back home to call the A/C guy. He came rolling in around afternoon time and proceeded to not only diagnose and fix the problem, but service the unit and take it upon himself to inspect our utility room, pointing out wrong and illegal things. He went above and beyond what I expected him to do. He explained things very well too which was the best part. Hallelujah for chemically treated air.

Took my mom the next day on a ride to a large Walmart where they sell fabric! Very excited to find another place with more fabric to choose from. In the end I did no sewing that day (did a little the day before, trying to keep the temperature down in the house) because I didn’t know how to do what my mom recommended and I am terrified of messing up the finished product. So I played Tales of Berseria the rest of the weekend. Man, let me tell you, there’s a reason why I don’t watch anime…I get caught up in stories and my obsessive tendencies take over.